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Different types of activity generate more or less of this kind of entropy. [[Conference call]]s — especially [[all-hands conference call]]s — generate dangerously high levels.
Different types of activity generate more or less of this kind of entropy. [[Conference call]]s — especially [[all-hands conference call]]s — generate dangerously high levels.


Can be cured with alcohol - but there is a curious paradox, as overdoing that (which, on a [[conference call]], is tremendously tempting) can lead to total collapse through the [[inebriation event horizon]] into a black hole of soul-crushing despair.
Can be cured with alcohol, but there is a curious paradox, as overdoing the sauce (which, on a [[conference call]], can be tremendously tempting) can itself lead to total collapse through the [[inebriation event horizon]] into a black hole of soul-crushing despair.


So it's either crushing your soul into an infinitesimal point of space-time, or regressing to a bland, tepid, state of maximum possible ennui.
So it’s either crushing your soul into an infinitesimal point of space-time, or regressing to a sunless, tepid expanse, having infinite extension in every direction except the one you want to go in, of maximum possible [[ennui]].


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Revision as of 13:12, 9 July 2018

The background level of resentment, misunderstanding and discomfort which is an inevitable by-product of modern corporate discourse. It will eventually lead to the boredom heat death of the universe.

Different types of activity generate more or less of this kind of entropy. Conference calls — especially all-hands conference calls — generate dangerously high levels.

Can be cured with alcohol, but there is a curious paradox, as overdoing the sauce (which, on a conference call, can be tremendously tempting) can itself lead to total collapse through the inebriation event horizon into a black hole of soul-crushing despair.

So it’s either crushing your soul into an infinitesimal point of space-time, or regressing to a sunless, tepid expanse, having infinite extension in every direction except the one you want to go in, of maximum possible ennui.

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